Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.